#and it was with ADELE SONG??? how dare

[theflashesoflove]

i just saw the most heart wrenching brienne/jaime tiktok and i will never find peace again

[onlyhereforthestories]

Sing, Well, Try To Sing For You (Mapi Leon and Ingrid Engen x Reader)

Day 14. This is the first time I have tried writing a three person relationship. I hope you enjoy, can't believe there only 10 days left of this!

The snow had started falling just after sunset, a steady drift of large, soft flakes that blanketed the street outside and made the night feel like a scene from the snow globe you knew was sitting on your windowsill in the other room. Inside the warmth of Mapi and Ingrid’s cozy apartment, the three of you were settled in for a festive, low-key evening. A string of Christmas lights cast a gentle glow around the living room, where the three of you had a small Christmas tree set up, already half-buried in gifts you’d been excited to exchange.

You had yet to move in with your lovers having been in a relationship with them for a little over a year now. The two of them taking a liking to you the instant you joined Barcelona two seasons ago but taking a little while to work out their feeling and the logistics of said feelings for you. They had finally brought it up with you just before Christmas last year at the club you and the team had gone to in order to celebrate the holidays. Mapi and Ingrid had saved you from a weird man trying to grind on you on the dance floor and had confessed that they were more than just protective of you because you were a teammate. Luckily for all of you, you had felt the same way about the women just didn’t know how to approach a conversation around it.

This all lead you to the here and now, where Ingrid set down three mugs of steaming hot cocoa, each one topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon. “I think that’s the last of the whipped cream,” she said, her cheeks pink from a combination of the heat and the sight of you and Mapi curled up together on the sofa.

“Perfect, just in time,” Mapi said, grabbing her mug and settling herself back on the couch, patting the space on the other side of her. A gesture that made you pout a little in protest to not have the Norwegian sandwiching you between them. “Can’t do karaoke without fuel.”

You raised your eyebrows, your mind shifting away from the thought of being sandwiched by your lovers. “Karaoke? We didn’t exactly decide on that yet,” you teased, knowing full well Mapi had been hinting at it since earlier in the day.

Mapi shot you a playful grin, tossing a pillow your way only to be scolded by Ingrid about the steaming mug of cocoa you had in your hand and how that could end up in your lap burning you. “Oh, come on! It’s Christmas. What else are we going to do? Go stand outside in the snow?”

Ingrid laughed, snuggling close to Mapi and pulling the fluffy blanket over all three of you. “You’re both lucky. My usual Christmas karaoke partners have been my family back home and trust me, my dad’s version of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ is something no one should have to hear.” There was a small grimace on her face as she spoke, a testament to how bad it really must be.

You snorted, imagining Ingrid’s typically reserved dad belting out the holiday classic, and leaned in to make your pitch. “Okay, okay, I’ll give it a try,” you said. “But don’t expect any Grammy-winning vocals. I am no Adele.”

Mapi grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh, we’re definitely expecting something memorable.”

Grabbing her phone, she queued up a playlist of Christmas karaoke songs, and before you could change your mind, the familiar opening notes of All I Want for Christmas Is You began to play. Mapi shot up, hand outstretched in your direction like a microphone, her eyes daring you.

“You’re first,” she said, bouncing slightly with excitement. She had been waiting to rope you into her singing antics for the last week or so, knowing full well Ingrid would only get involved if you did. The Norwegian was powerless to saying no to the both of you together.

Giggling, you took an exaggerated breath and launched into the first verse, immediately straying off-key. You were painfully aware of how shaky your voice was, but a quick look at Mapi and Ingrid’s laughing faces only spurred you on. You poured your heart into each word, completely butchering the notes, throwing in an extra dramatic flair as you went. Your hands were thrown out left and right and you even tipped your head right back when you were trying, and failing, to hit the higher and longer notes.

Ingrid was beside herself with laughter, her face buried in her hands, while Mapi watched in wide-eyed delight. By the time you hit the chorus, you were practically yelling, arms outstretched as if you were performing for a sold-out arena.

Bagheera was sleeping peacefully on the arm next to Ingrid when you had all settled in, she was now sat up looking in your direction in as much disgust as a cat could display. As you started the chorus the cat had obviously had enough, meowing her distaste and jumping off the sofa before quickly heading for your open bedroom door. Mapi finally lost it, doubling over with laughter and clapping her hands. “I, dios mio, I can’t breathe,” she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes.

You shrugged, looking unbothered. “What? You were the one who asked for karaoke.”

Ingrid tried to contain herself, though she was still giggling. “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone commit that hard to singing a song that off-key before. You really went for it.”

“Oh, just you wait,” you warned, grabbing the imaginary mic and thrusting it toward her. “Now it’s your turn!”

She gave you a look of wide-eyed horror, shaking her head. “I don’t think I’m any better,” she protested, but with Mapi’s look of encouragement and pure eagerness, she finally took a breath and began singing along to Last Christmas.

To your surprise, Ingrid’s voice was soft and surprisingly melodic, though she was shy about hitting some of the higher notes. Mapi looked at her with a proud smile, nodding along to the beat, and you couldn’t help but join in, trying to match you tune with her, which was impossible for you. Eventually, you pulled Mapi in, and soon all three of you were singing at the top of your lungs, Ingrid’s occasional nervous giggles blending into her notes.

Mapi put her arm around both you and Ingrid as she danced and sang along, her loud and raspy voice making each note sound hilariously exaggerated. You watched her, laughing so hard you were practically doubled over, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was having a blast.

When the song ended, you were all out of breath and still chuckling. Mapi grabbed the imaginary microphone back and put on a low, dramatic voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, next up, I give you…” She made a drum roll with her hands, looking pointedly at you. “The Christmas Karaoke Champion!”

You groaned, already laughing again. “Mapi, I think you’re just saying that because I’m the worst singer here.”

“Not at all,” she replied, adopting a very serious expression. “In fact, you are by far the most memorable.”

She queued up Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and as soon as the song started, you began belting out the lyrics, sounding more like a drunk in a club than anything resembling the original tune. Mapi doubled over in laughter, thoroughly enjoying your enthusiasm, while Ingrid clapped along, nodding with an encouraging look directed your way.

When you finally reached the end of the song, you took and over the top bow, before thanking your fans like Elvis would have “Thank you, thank you very much!”

Ingrid was giggling as she took the “mic” from you, cueing up Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree. She and Mapi singing surprisingly well together. Mapi threw an arm around Ingrid’s shoulder, swaying her slightly with the beat, while Ingrid’s eyes sparkled as she playfully matched Mapi’s energy, swaying just as much as the shorter woman.

“Look at you two!” you teased. “A match made in karaoke heaven.”

Mapi shot you a grin, twirling Ingrid around. “All part of the show, love,” she said, before she dipped Ingrid in dramatic fashion causing the tall brunette to break out into a fit of giggles.

After a few more songs, the karaoke session began to morph into a full-on dance party. The three of you decided to abandon any attempts at singing and instead began grooving along to the holiday tunes blasting from the speakers. Mapi grabbed your hands, spinning you around the living room as Jingle Bell Rock played. She was a surprisingly good dancer, her movements loose and fun, her infectious energy impossible to resist.

Meanwhile, Ingrid took over with some light hearted dance moves, waving her arms and bouncing around with an enthusiasm that sent you into another round of laughter. Watching her, you couldn’t help but join in, mimicking her movements and earning a playful shove.

The three of you kept dancing until you were all out of breath, collapsing in a heap on the couch. Ingrid was on one side of you and Mapi the other, a blanket had been pulled over all your laps and your mugs had been abandoned on the coffee table.

“That,” Ingrid said with a sigh, “was the best workout I’ve had all season.”

Mapi smirked, nudging her with her elbow. “You think the team would be on board if we pitched holiday karaoke as part of training?”

Ingrid raised her eyebrows, considering it. “Maybe we just don’t mention the off-key singing part?”

You chuckled, nestling deeper into the warmth of the moment. “I think that might be an essential part of the experience.”

Mapi nodded in agreement, pulling you and Ingrid closer. “Agreed. No real karaoke session is complete without a little, what should we call it, personal flair.”

[djpiss]

Arcana Modern!Au Karaoke with Lucio, Nadia, Julian, and Asra

This is a continuation of my earlier post

https://www.tumblr.com/djpiss/771492401611210752/my-modern-arcana-headcannons-because-no-one-can?source=share

I got inspired with the idea of the gang doing a karaoke night that I made a new drabble! Enjoy < 3

-Nadia and Julian bonded over karaoke when they first met, in fact they occasionally had double dates with Lucio and Asra at a local karaoke bar.

-Lucio HATED those dates since he knows he has a bad singing voice and someone ELSE is being paid attention to??? POSITIVE ATTENTION!??! HOW DARE THEY!! Sometimes he'd literally have to leave the bar and stand outside because it "was too noisy".

-Nadia took a BUNCH of music lessons growing up and has a GORGEOUS and professional alto singing voice, but she has to have a glass of wine and Julian's encouragement to sing.

-Depending on how drunk she is, she'll likely sing some Adele or Britney Spears and BELT that shit!! Nadia is such a perfectionist that she treats every karaoke performance like her audition for The Voice, sometimes she even warms up in the bathroom before she sings and then make friends with whatever piss drunk girl is also using the bathroom.

-(Nadia actually ended up being invited to a few weddings this way! She very tactfully avoids the question of how she met the bride.)

- It doesn’t hurt that Nadia is a very happy and social drunk, and has an embarrassingly low alcohol tolerance. She nurses a glass of wine and plenty of water throughout the evening and still gets drunk enough to be the drunk girl in the bathroom giving you a pep talk.

-Lucio *does* make fun of her for this, and it’s sometimes his clap back when she makes fun of him for his lack of spice tolerance.

-Julian is a showboat, and even though he isn't a belting kind of man like Nadia, that man has done enough community theater to be an expert at karaoke.

-I can see this drama king bust out a show tune or two, with choreography, of course. (Especially after a Salty Bitter or two!)

-When Lucio is done moping outside, he DOES attempt karaoke. That man is TONE DEAF but he does NOT care. (I personally headcannon that when he does karaoke its like that one episode of Futurama where Zapp Brannagan covers "Lola" so badly that everyone leaves the restaurant. )

-Lucio doesn't even like the Kinks, he just knows the lyrics to the song.

-Being one to be quiet and observe, Asra doesn't ever do karaoke, but they do tease Julian after he performs. They always jokingly ask him for his autograph or feign distress at the prospect of Julian "leaving them for someone else now that he's so famous"

-No one has ever laughed at this joke, ever. But just like any relationship, it requires a bit that you do with your S/O whether they like it or not.

-Julian then dramatically goes on about how the fame would never change him, and then pretends to leave.

@vivianthevirulent

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars: “special editions” songs V.

• When We Were Young

Imagine you are friends with Anakin Skywalker since childhood. However, once you two are now grown ups following different paths, a new sentiment arises. Part II

Warnings 1: *long post*; drama; angst, unburnt Vader; explicit smut.

Warnings 2: alternative universe; no younglings are killed here.

Warnings 3: based on Adele’s two albums “21” & “25”

No minors.

***

• Before the storm…

As much as Anakin tries not to get you involved in his internal riot, his efforts have no avail. You may not be sensitive to the Force, but you do know him like the palm of your hand.

So here you two are, beneath the moonlight—in a rare, calm instant where you two could have a moment for yourselves.

“How’s it been serving Senator Amidala?”, Anakin eventually asks. He’s been told of the attack that nearly got yourselves killed—another factor that fuels his frustration; had he been truthfully powerful, he might’ve been able to prevent such things to happen.

“It’s been quiet lately”, you tell him with a smile on your lips, diverting his thoughts from his self agony. “For once, it’s been lightly boring…”

He chuckles, eyeing you with devotion. Anakin knows you just as deeply as you know him. As he holds you possessively against him, he is tempted to dive in your thoughts—but he wants to focus in you, in what you have to say, even if this means he’ll get worried over you constantly…

“Boring?! Getting me concerned is not boring, my lady!”

You giggle at his protest, finding adorable how protective he is towards you. Leaning your forehead against his chest, your raise your eyes, meeting his.

“We are not entirely different from each other, uh? Should I remind you of all those years when you were mute, never writing one single letter to let me know how you were?”

Anakin sighs dramatically.

“Well, you have a point”, he admits rather unwillingly.

There is an exchange of glances, where he contemplates your soft features, a smile slowly spreading over his lips when realizing you are blushing because of his intent stare. He then leans to peck your lips, resting a hand around your waist all the whilst he holds your neck gently.

"I love you", you sigh in content as he kisses you.

"I love you too, Y/Nickname."

As you part the kiss, he cups your face and says:

"I will never let go of you. This I promise."

"I pray you keep it", you whisper, sounding more eager than you expect.

As the twilight starts to paint a soft shade of orange, Anakin and you exchange promises underneath the rising stars. No words, however, dare to break the spell when the kiss starts to deepen, letting open the pave for a spark of something new.

Words seem to dissipate into forgetfulness as his tongue slowly pursuit yours. As you slowly turn towards him, his hands are now pulling you much closer to him.

You let yourself be involved although you are unsure how to proceed. Anakin doesn't know either, but there is a natural instinct that makes him kiss you fervently all the whilst his fingers dig into your waist, moving impatiently below. You realize what he wants to do--and to realize this is what you want too makes you soaked.

"Naughty, naughty", he whispers in between chuckles when he parts the kiss to let his tongue slide to your neck.

"Don't you dare to read my thoughts, Skywalker", you snort at him, eyes lightly closed as you blush in response to how he devours your flesh. You hate to be inexperienced, wishing there is something you could do.

As if sensing your mute frustration, he pulls your hand right over his rigid pants. Anakin smirks, growing bolder with his hands too, ignited by a desire of feeling you for the first time.

“Ani”, your choked voice gives out more than you’d admit out loud.

“Let me show you something, princess”, he whispers into your ear.

His fingers carefully slip from your hips to your thighs all the whilst his eyes are locked with yours. You lean to kiss his lips, your delicate hands doing the same to him. But you lose track of your thoughts once his index finger finds its way to your feminine core.

“Oh!”, you exclaim, perplexed by the sudden fire that seems to burn your body like a fever.

“Shh”, he smiles at you; feigning confidence, he finds way to please his lady. “Do not be so loud, darling.”

As he starts to stimulate you, he’s careful to read you. Anakin smirks at himself when seeing your mind going blank, you rolling your eyes upon this new discovery. It does arouse him to know he’s your first.

“Ani, you…”, you gasp, moving lightly your hips against his hand. “You… Oh Maker!”

It does not really help your case that his lips are now going to your neck, bitting it softly before making ways to your collarbone. You throw your head back, but your hands are now buried into his curly hair in order to prevent your fall.

“Is it good, my dearest? Tell me if it is”, he whispers against your skin, taking delight at how easily you squirm at the slightest movement.

“You make me… Ani!”, you are about to cry out, feeling a sudden heaviness upon your legs. “Ani… I…”

He would gladly bury himself in between your breasts, but the desperation in your voice calls him. The Jedi gently lies you down, watching your face as you come undone. And before you get too loud, he shushes you with a kiss.

But just when you are about to make it your turn, a sudden noise breaks the spell. Sensing a strange movement, Anakin impatiently sighs.

“We better go”, he grumbles, whilst helping you straighten yourself. “There is somebody looking for me, I can tell.”

You pout at him, still unreasonable to conceive that, in reality, you two should not be seen.

“W-What? Why?”

You are smirking, it’s as if you are drunk—a sensation you’ve never tried, though, because you were never attracted to alcohol, seeing the sad side effects it gives people.

However, Anakin feels as if he’s tasted fire, he’s now experiencing the cold, for he is tensed—he senses the presence of another Jedi and it’s possibly the one who he came to despise: Master Windu.

What’s he doing in Naboo?

“We better go”, he tells you, somewhat distant.

“Ani”, your smile now falters and your heart skips a beat. “What… Why? What happened?”

Just like that everything has changed. Unbeknownst to you, an eclipse is forging…

“We must go”, says he firmly, trying not to focus on the possibility he might get hurt you in the process. He did not have the time to tell you about the whole Jedi process. “Now.”

You do cast him a hurtful look, but understand that there is little to be done. You are aware that what you two were doing was secretly and suddenly you come to despise the Jedi Order for taking him away from him.

Anakin senses the eruption your heart is about to suffer, but he has no time to ease it.

There is so much to be said, but little time to do so.

“I’ll explain to you soon”, Anakin assures you as he leads you to your quarters.

You hold his wrist, impending for a moment his depart.

“Come back to me, Anakin. Don’t leave me alone in this world”, you tell him, urged by a bad feeling that came uninvited. “Whatever is going on, come to me. I’ll help you somehow. Don’t hide from the light.”

The shadow casted on his features softens. He gives you a crooked smile.

“You are my light, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. I’ll always find you”, he smiles, even though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

It seems to you that he wishes to tell you something. Anakin hesitates, but it’s only for a moment before this moment is gone. He presses a kiss on your forehead. Aware that you are going to burst into tears, he turns his back on you.

For your own sake, Y/N.

But this is the last time you see each other before it happens…

***

Two weeks ago.

Once a lady in waiting who got used to nobility, who enjoyed dancing, who smiled the brightest of the smiles, the one every poet praised the beauty… Now you are a phantom, a memory of what liberty meant.

You are a fugitive. You don’t belong to the Empire, but you don’t know how to fit in the Rebellion either. You have become a survivor.

Memories ache, indeed. You understand Anakin died with the Order 66. Padmé herself told you. She tried to encourage you to join the Resistance, but you’ve come to realize the Jedi were too vain to see what Anakin was going through—and thus let your beloved die.

“They took him away from me!”, you told her, eyes puddling with tears.

“It was the Empire, my dear”, Padmé insisted. “It is that evil thing we ought to aim the destruction.”

But even then… Every hope died when Padmé was killed. It was too much for you to take. Now here you are. A nobody, a vessel of the past, haunted by a broken heart.

I should have fought for you, Ani.

You do not know but by choosing to hide in the shadows, these are to lead you to someone whom you’ve long accepted to be gone.

Lord Vader has not forgotten you. But he waited patiently to acquire enough power to take you back. He is no longer the weak Skywalker, prompted to sentimentalism and control. No, he is better than that.

With Palpatine now defeated, the power of the Empire lies with the last Sith Lord. Unwilling to share it with a pupil, he in fact knows only one can be his equal.

His yellow, flaring eyes search for you; aware of your silent steps, they eventually find you. His heart skips a beat when seeing your beauty has matured���remaining alluring as ever, time has not changed it all.

Despite your link with old Skywalker, Vader’s too attached to let go of you. There is a tentacle of remorse suffocating his mind for allowing himself to abandon you.

But he overcomes it. The need to have you comes to it. And he does not take any more time to come for you…Not when seeing how close you two are from each other.

***

The meeting.

You are in this strange planet whose name you know nothing of. After getting yourself friends with pirates, you are delivered there specially with your gold now gone—and out of respect for you, they spare your life.

Surrounded by fog, you can barely see anything. Hugging yourself, you are exhausted and tired from running after two years.

You still remember when seeing the death of the good queen Padmé, the moment where Clovis nearly sold you out back to Tatooine so he could save himself.

You cannot forgive his treason, although you did try to find excuse for his deeds. Maybe it was his way to cope with the loss of his wife. Whatever it was, you tried to reach out for Anakin. Desperately so.

He never answered. And you believed him to be dead and gone.

Like you were told by Clovis himself. As you still recall the reasons why all of a sudden you were treated with little lenience by the man who was like a brother to you, wondering what Anakin would do if he was in your shoes.

You snort to yourself at the thought. He would easily outwit anyone… A deed that I could never do.

A metallic breath comes so suddenly, cutting short your thoughts. You shiver, fearful.

“W-Who is there?”

No response. You try to remain calm, appealing to reason that this planet, as your former "friends" told you, is neutral, somewhat forgotten by both rebels and the Emperor.

However, why does it not feel so? The breeze that meets your moves is cold, making you shiver again. Are you having a fever? The thought makes you stop.

Perhaps you are exhausted, emotionally broken and physically weak. This world took everyone you loved...

"I was not born for happiness", you contemplate out loud as your old scars bleed again.

But the metallic breath is heard again. You associate the sound of death and part of you accepts it straightaway: there is little need to flee from it after these years.

Then a voice, in the middle of the dark, whispers:

"I thought you were better than being a quitter, Y/N".

You turn your back instantly. His voice...

"Ani?", you sound surprised, but also hurt.

You were told he was dead, but... How? In order to put end to your doubts, he shows up, dissipating the remaining shadows so he is seen.

Anakin stands right before you strong and healthy, curly hair falling over his neck, just like the last time you two met, except you could see something different in his eyes.

Where there had been a piercing blue painting his irises, now you see a yellow flaring with range. This Sith Lord, seeing how stunned you are, breaks the silence at last:

"Hello, Y/N Y/LN. It’s me. I was wondering if after all those years you’d like…. To meet. If time was supposed to heal all of which we left behind, it did no healing."

You know he is expecting some shocking comments about his darkness, the evident transition behind his eyes. But what you point out is something different than his expectations would meet.

"You are alive. I was told you were dead."

"No. I was never killed, but..."

You frown at him.

"Were you alive all this time? Have you had no consideration whatsoever of what you put me through? The misery that took away my life, the reason why I went grey, losing every reason to live?!"

Seeing you burst into tears like this sensibilizes him. Vader comes to realize his selfishness, but before that how he underestimated you.

"I needed to be powerful", he says, his voice lightly shaken. "For you, Y/N. For you. I did this for you!"

You move to where he is, blinded by tears.

"Well, then. Why didn't you come back for me then?!Where were you when I needed the most? Why couldn't you save me like you claim now...?"

You take his face with your hands, not minding the danger his presence poses to you. As much as you are not a Force sensitive, you are no fool. You know he is different and Lord Vader can tell by your thoughts that reason is telling you to go away.

But where ever reason has been victorious upon sentiment? Not even this powerful Lord is immune to it.

"I do not need your power. I could not care less about any of these things. I want you. When did we stop being against the world?", you struggle to express yourself.

There are indeed one hell of an ocean of sentiments. Silently, they are muted by circumnstances even though Vader knows them well. He is acquainted with every inch of it. Why hiss away? Why not stopping the fight and merely be drowned into you?

Those eyes of yours that denude your soul, which possesses countless scars, are now calling him.

For a thousand stars I would burn for you. I would get burned with you.

No words are needed. He knows what there must be done. Darkness and light are set upon you two. Whoever he is now, he is the same man who pursuited after your love. In the end, it's what matters.

***

Nowadays.

"Green suits you", he whispers, standing behind you, hands resting around your waist.

You two are in the throne room contemplating the endless universe that lies ahead of you. There is peace at long last. The few Jedis that are out there remain in dust, a memory to some, a history to all—an idea that was promptly accepted by your lover and husband, the Emperor.

There is no resistance, nothing that will go against the balance firmly restored. Vader found himself in between shadows and light after a long time merged in struggles with himself.

In a twist of fate, you’ve been rescued twice from this man who is described by his enemies as the bitter mix of mankind and machine, the fall of the brilliant General who became everyone’s worst nightmare.

But to you Anakin remains the same old Anakin. You’ve been at his darkest hours, you’ve seen his insecurities, you’ve shared his part of unspoken fears. He’s been always your other half, your dark angel who saved you from the coldest hell you’ve been yourself.

As you told him the day he took you away from the deadly embrace of the rebels, people wanted to change him, to turn him into something else…all the whilst all she ever wanted was him the way he was.

Now, here you are. His empress. His woman. Better yet, his wife. His eternal paramour. Burning like a thousand stars under a midnight sun.

“I suppose it frees my spirit”, you tell him, turning around so you can have a better sight of him. Anakin, with his old scar, side smirks at you, already aware of your non said intentions. He is dressing his Vader’s robes, though thankfully his handsomeness is not put away with that mask you detest. “It reminds me of the old days, when you told me you knew it was wrong but you longed to have some fun.”

He laughs quietly at the remembrance. He does remember how often he and you misbehaved as children in Tatooine, a bad tendency that followed years later.

“Oh my Maker. Of all the people in the world…” You smile at him, locking eyes as you dance with no song to play in the background of your high spirits. “…you were the one to introduce me to freedom.”

He leans mischievously against you, holding your hand as he pulls you closer against him.

“Not many would describe me as the declarer of liberty”, so Anakin muses sarcastically, letting himself be played by you.

“Since when am I like everyone?”, you snap back, grinning.

He now presses you against the wall, locking your wrists above your head.

“Don’t be snippy at me, young lady.”

You side smirk, tilting your head to the right as your gaze is held by his.

“Or what?”

“You shall be punished.”

There is little need to speak. When his lips finally meet yours, what starts as a slow aching turns into a passionate fever that spreads all over your body.

Right there, in the throne room, you are under his control. He has no modesty in pulling his will above yours, and you gladly comply with it. It takes no more than a few seconds before he has your green gown is removed, letting you completely nude under his gaze.

“You are so beautiful”, he softens, contemplating your y/c eyes, how alluring they are. Anakin sighs, this is the moment where passion gives place to sentiment.

“Let me photograph you into this light”, you manage to release your wrists off his grip so you can hold his face. “You are like the knight of my stories. You are my chosen one.”

“I do not wish to lose you. You sound like a song, and fuck this reminds me of when we were young”, he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, angel.”

As slowly your fingertips start to remove his clothing, tossing away his dark cape, you wrap your legs around his waist. Already with a friction aching in your feminine parts, you, however, are completely emotional.

“I love you, my prince. We may not be younger anymore, but our love, the bond that unites one to the other, is timeless.”

You pursuit his lips and soon the sentimentalism steps aside for passion to arise again. He senses your arousal and does not take any more time before he inserts one finger and then two.

“Ah!”, you gasp in surprise.

“So damn wet for me”, he groans, sensing his own manhood pumps against the leather of his pants in complete rigidness. “This always brings me to the day I felt you for the first time.”

You arch your back, speechless. He tortures you like he knows he does, smirking in delight when seeing you going under his touch, crying out his name.

The throne room is not so quiet anymore as he makes you see stars—not only literally. Vader burns with you in every meaning. His eyes scan your face, moving to your hardened nipples that require his heavenly touch. By using the force, he has where he wants you to be: undone.

You are a mess, but you are not finished yourself. Aware of your impure thoughts, Anakin’s now Vader. And he has you going to his knees.

“Yes, Emperor”, you whisper, voice lightly choked with desire as he uses the Force to hold your wrist behind your back. “What is it you want?”

Caressing your face and moving to your neck, he once more stimulates your nipples before going back to his former position. Putting away his manhood, Vader groans at you.

“I want you the way you want me.”

You side smirk at him, no more playing the innocent one, the role you liked to play before he subdues you to his will. Vader takes a great like of your secretive side too.

And what’s better is that you do like taking him with your mouth, never for a second breaking eye contact.

And so it goes for some time. But before he does come to your mouth, every gentleness dies when you are lifted and, once again pressed against the wall, he slides his manhood within you.

***

Feeling his skin so close against yours, locking bodies when two move as one, is a sentiment that brings pure delight to you. Vader too, he is not indifferent to the waves of emotions that bring you ashore.

“Come to me, angel. Take me to Heaven”, he whispers hotly in your ear like a prayer.

And his hands play a great deal in helping you experience such an unnamed bliss.

“Oh Anakin!”, his name is screamed, overcoming his groans as he comes within you.

“Yes?” Lord Vader smiles down at you, eyes glinting with joy.

You cup his face and peppers it with kisses, so devoted you are to him.

“I love you. By the Maker, I do”, you moan softly.

He rubs his nose against yours, cuddling tight for one single moment.

“So do I, princess”, he whispers against your ear, wiping away some locks of your hair that are glued against your face because of the sweat. “We should better get dressed.”

“We should”, you agree between giggles.

When you two look at each other one more time, it does feel like when you were young again. There is serenity and peace, but now the certainty that nothing will ever stay in your path again.

[aanoia]

𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

These are works of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination, coincidence or used in a fictitious manner.

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

『 m a r a u d e r s ��

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Love From the Other Side]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, Love From the Other Side by Fallout Boy

warning(s): blood, death, death eaters, voldemort in the flesh, yk, not good ending

↠ [London Boy]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, London Boy by Taylor Swift

warning(s): nothing

↠ [Mine]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, Mine by Taylor Swift

warning(s): death? idek

↠ [Broken One]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Broken One by RaeLynn

warning(s): divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.)

↠ [arms]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, arms by Christina Perri

warning(s): Sirius :)

↠ [Cold]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, I hate making these.

warning(s): ptsd, flashbacks, trauma, yk, the usual with our boy Sirius

↠ [Horribly Right]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, after seeing Sirius being slapped by his mother, you decide to pull a prank that's outcome goes horribly... right?

warning(s): abuse, getting disowned

↠ [Like you hold the world in your hands, and the stars in your eyes]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, none (once a pt. 2 is posted this will be moved to the series section)

warning(s): none really, just cursing

↠ ["Just Friends"]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, truth or dare leads to drunken confessions leads to sweet kisses

warning(s): alcohol, mentions of weed

↠ [Lover]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, Lover by Taylor Swift

warning(s): none I don't think

↠ [Pancakes for Dinner]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Pancakes for Dinner my Lizzie McAlpine

warning(s): heavy anxiety omg, plane crash-ish?

↠ [Timeless]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Timeless by Taylor Swift

warning(s): none

↠ [Possibility]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, loosely inspired by Possibility by Likke Li

warning(s): heartbreak. not a

↠ [It's Okay]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x Reader, reader is acting differently. Angrier, sadder.

warning(s): nothing too explicit, just some tough things

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

↠ [Adele; 19 as fics]

summary/prompt: it's own mini masterlist, the songs from her first album as fics

warning(s): different for each fic

↠ [Dying pt.1] [Definitely (Dying) pt.2]

summary/prompt: poly!marauders x reader, the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get

summary/prompt pt.2: poly!marauders x reader, a failed attempt and a year later, y/n is finally okay

warning(s): serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health

↠ [I Don't Know Who You're Talking About] [You (pt.2)]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, after everyone they loved was gone, they needed each other but he was too scared (i'm not very good at these)

summary/prompt pt.2: after twelve years, she meets him again

warning(s): angst, blood, sad, murder, the usual

↠ [No pt.1] [Yes (No) pt.2]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, James won't give up until he gets a yes

summary/prompt pt.2: James Potter x reader, James finally gets a yes and makes sure you don't regret it

warning(s): James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

↠ [a christmas advent calendar]

summary/prompt: mini masterlist, just 25 days of Christmas (my birthday!)

warning(s): different for each fic

『 h a r r y p o t t e r 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Can't Help but Love You]

summary/prompt: preferance, Draco Malfoy x reader, Matteo Riddle x reader, request

warning(s): none

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 s i x o f c r o w s 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Always By Your Side]

summary/prompt: Kaz Brekker x reader, Saturn by Sleeping At Last

warning(s): slightly ooc Kaz, death, mentions of sickness, blood, could be an interpretation of suicide if you look at the end closely

↠ [Crazy]

summary/prompt: Kaz Brekker x reader, Trouble by Valerie Broussard, the enemy of your enemy is your friend... unless they are also your enemy

warning(s): blood?, knives, uhhhh violence lmfao, enemies to lovers

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 a v a t a r (2 0 0 9)』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [It's okay, baby]

summary/prompt: Tsu'tey x reader, Tsu'tey has a nightmare

warning(s): blood, death

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 h a m i l t o n 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [All I Need is You]

summary/prompt: Daveed Diggs x reader, after a suicide attempt you're empty yet Daveed never left your side. What happens when you drag him down with you?

warning(s): suicide, self harm, bandages, sadness ig

↠ [Pretty in the Moonlight]

summary/prompt: Thomas Jefferson x reader, just missing your boyfriend and him missing you (this won't turn to black for some reason LMFAO)

warning(s): broken glass, cheesy Thomas

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 o u t e r b a n k s 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [I can't lose my girl]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, JJ finds his girlfriend in a horrifying state after wanting to spend the night with her

warning(s): suicide, OD, foaming at the mouth

↠ [You cut?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, JJ walks in on reader doing something that breaks his heart

warning(s): TW self harm, blood, cuts, broken glass

↠ [Live For You?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, reader is fresh out of the mental hospital

warning(s): huge TW, suicide, self harm, mental hospital, mentions of alcohol and weed

↠ [How Well Do We Know Each Other (interview)]

summary/prompt: OBX cast x reader, Rudy Pankow x reader, the obx cast gets put to the test on how well they know their coworkers (again it won't turn black)

warning(s): drug mention, not proofread

↠ [Believe]

summary/prompt: John B Routledge x reader, your ex treasure hunting partner is your future romantic partners dad

warning(s): SPOILERS SEASON 3! swearing, mention of gun, suggestion of rape (nothing explicit, not even the word), burns, Rafe Cameron

↠ [Touron]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, going on vacation isn't so bad when a certain blondie comes into your life

warning(s): underage drinking, underae smoking, swearing, gun, topper

↠ [Snow?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, the Outer Banks becomes a winter wonderland

warning(s): swearing

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 m a r v e l 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Reunions and Goodbyes]

summary/prompt: Peter Quill x reader, after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?

warning(s): death 😋, not proofread

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

(masterlist template by @hyunnows, text dividers by @cafekitsune)

other medias and fandoms

[cogentsummoner]

okay i am truly going to lose my mind because it still is not posting. so anon, the answer is yes, i have a very tiny playlist of 3 songs for the smite soulmate au, they are

strange love by halsey. this is the reader about their relationship with smite

Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak

make you feel my love by adele. this is smite about how the reader is unsure of him as their soulmate

I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong

she's so high by tal bachman. this is toshi feeling like the reader is out of his league and deserves a better soulmate than him

But somehow I can't believe that anything should happen I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen, yeah [Chorus] 'Cause she's so high High above me, she's so lovely She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite Da-da-da-da She's so high, high above me

anyways if this doesn't post i will start crying

[swanqueenffprompter]

Emma Swan stepped through the portal, her feet landing on the cobblestone floor of the Enchanted Forest. She'd been through time portals before, but this one felt different. Her heart thudded in her chest as she glanced around the vast hallway she now stood in. She hadn’t expected to end up inside a castle, let alone Regina’s castle.

But this wasn't her Regina. This was Queen Regina—cold, calculating, and powerful beyond belief. Emma had to remind herself that the woman she knew and cared for back in Storybrooke was a long way from this ruthless ruler. Still, the connection she felt to Regina was undeniable, no matter the time or place.

Creeping silently, Emma moved through the castle halls until she reached the throne room. The heavy wooden doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing the imposing figure of Queen Regina seated on her throne. Regina’s dark gaze immediately snapped toward her.

"Who dares to intrude upon my castle?" Regina’s voice was sharp, her posture regal and unyielding. She stood slowly, her black gown cascading around her like a shadow.

Emma swallowed hard but forced a smile. "Uh, hi. I’m not exactly from around here, but." She held up her hands in mock surrender. "I come in peace."

Regina’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she descended the steps, her presence commanding the room. "You think to mock me, intruder?" Her lips curled into a sneer. "Peace is not what you will find here."

Emma felt her pulse quicken. She hadn’t anticipated how intense this version of Regina would be in person. This wasn’t just the mayor of Storybrooke or the reformed queen she’d come to know—this was someone hardened by years of darkness and betrayal.

But Emma wasn’t one to back down. Not now. Not when there was a chance���however slim—of reaching the woman she knew was buried beneath the layers of vengeance.

"I’m not here to fight you," Emma said softly. Her hand reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out her phone. Regina’s eyes flicked to the strange object, confusion flickering across her face.

"What is that?" Regina demanded, her tone sharp and suspicious.

"It’s… well, it’s a way to play music," Emma explained, her voice gentle. She looked at Regina with an almost tender expression. "Music that says things I can’t put into words. I think it might help you understand what I’m trying to say."

Regina scoffed, but there was curiosity in her eyes. "Do you truly believe a simple song could sway me?"

Emma smiled softly, locking eyes with Regina. "Maybe. Just… give it a chance."

Without waiting for permission, Emma tapped her phone and the opening notes of Adele’s “Make You Feel My Love” began to play. The soft, haunting melody filled the air, wrapping around them both like a gentle breeze. Emma took a deep breath and, with more emotion than she thought she could summon, began to sing along.

"When the rain is blowing in your face,

And the whole world is on your case,

I could offer you a warm embrace,

To make you feel my love…"

Regina's expression remained guarded, but her posture shifted slightly. She didn’t move, didn’t say a word—she simply watched Emma with those intense, unreadable eyes.

Emma’s voice carried through the throne room, filled with longing and sincerity. Every word seemed to carry the weight of her feelings, not just for the Regina she knew, but for the one standing before her now—the queen who had suffered so much yet built walls around her heart to protect herself.

"I know you haven’t made your mind up, yet🎶🎶🎶"

[joesalw]

the devil works hard but taylor swifts pr team works harder.

I can't go a day on Twitter without these stupid ass pr relationship with that football guy showed down my throat.

and the way #wewillstaytaylor #tayloritsnotyourfault" after Ana died.

May she rest in Peace ❤.......

Like she is not the damn victim here.

And for fucks sake stop comparing her to Michael Jackson. This shit is so damn disrespectful. First of all Michael Jackson was a black man who broke down color barriers in music. His impact is so much bigger than her ever will be. But then these deluded swifties will call you misognist if u dare not to say she's on the same level.

And how the fuck does she keep winning awards? She is not that talented. And it's not being jealous like those damn swiffers say. It's the truth.

She's not a better singer than Ariana Grande, Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson, Beyonce, Adele

She's not a better performer than Rihanna, Britney Spears or Beyonce. Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus

She's not a better dancer than Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga

And her songs aren't better than those from

Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Rihanna or Beyonce.

If those damn fans of her keep calling her the music industry. Which is a joke itself let's be honest. I expect high level of artistry. She better be able to sing and dance her ass of be a damn good performer. But she just isn't.

imagine how tired we all are! white girl makes generic music and gets called the music industry for the clickbait she earns from her ghetto fans

[heyftinally]

Well, Adele did say once that her music doesn't target to kids. Because yes! She makes songs to grown women!

There is no issue making music that appeals to everyone, many artists do this. Like MJ does. ( or Beatles) The difference is that most of Taylor and Adeles music is autobiographical while alot of his music is story telling and has a good beat to dance to.

Taylor Swift seemed like she grown from 1989 to the Folklore Evermore and now with her newest realise she just is back to her same immature self.

These are some lyrics:

"Whether I'm gonna be your wife or smash your bike I haven't decided yet, but I'm gonna get you back. "

"Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you. "

"Told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same. "

" Once I fix me he's gonna miss me.

"Now I'm down bad crying at the gym. Everything comes out teenage petulance. Fuck it if I can't have him. I might just die, it would make no difference."

" How dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded? Cause fuck it, I was in love. "

" You swore that you loved me. But where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting on the proof."

"We've already done it in my head. If it's make believe. "

" I want to snarl and show you. Just how disturbed this had made me. You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum they raised me. "

" You shit talked me under the table talking rings and talking cradles. I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all."

"Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it," and I did "Lights, camera, bitch, smile. Even when you wanna die" He said he'd love me all his life. "

" I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday everyday. I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like a plaque."

"Who the fuck was that guy is that guy? You tried to buy some pills. From a friend of friends of mine. They just ghosted you. Now you know what it feels like. And I don't even want you back."

" You look like Taylor Swift in this light were loving it."

" I feel so highschool. Everytime I looked at you. I want to find you in s crowd."

"Screamed fucK you all Me to the sky. "

" I wrote a thousand songs you find uncool. I build a legacy that you can't undo."

" Everyone knows my mother is a saintly woman. But she used to say she wished you were dead."

Holy this was actually worse than I thought. She really acts some entitled bratty highschool teenager.

Honestly, I haven't noticed any growth as someone who only hears her in passing since Sparks Fly/whatever it was that came after that - Red, maybe? Idc Honestly, but that one.

Up until that point her music sounded like it aged 16-19/20ish, and after that it stagnated. Then somewhere in the last years it's starting reversing itself, until we're back where we started in high school. Her music was never mature, but it grew minimally, then Benjamin Button'd and went backwards.

Meanwhile plenty of artists - Adele, Kesha, and Pink come to mind - have never been "for kids", yet have had great songs that have been enjoyed across ages, and have all gone through significant changes over the course of their careers. The same can't be said for Taylor, and it's interesting that Swifties will literally deny reality just to defend her from the truth.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

molly hooper as your girlfriend headcanon

can you imagine having molly as your girlfriend? she gotta be like- okay. hold on. *inhales deeply*

she would always ask how you're doing at the beginning of your conversation. but ask again a bit into it, to know how you're *actually* doing

she will make you coffee exactly the way you like it, because she remembers so well from your first date at a coffeehouse

she will hold your hand, her thumb slowly carassing the back of your hand and encourage you about every little project you wanna do

she will play soft, melodic songs (most of them are about love) and she will sway her hips ever so slightly and sing along quietly when she thinks noone can hear her

but you hear her at some point and when you ask her to sing along with you she looks at the floor and blushes. but because you smile at her and squeeze her hand she does so hesitantly, growing bolder by each chorus and in the end you're both dancing crazily and scream-singing to taylor swift or adele or queen

she ALWAYS gives you hugs when she thinks you need one, without you ever having to ask her (partly because she needs them herself)

in the mornings she will look at you with so much softness in her eyes and her fingertips trace your facial features and you melt right into it every single time

she will smile at you and it will be the sunrise and you'll be thinking "gosh she is a keeper"

and she is so soft 90% of the time but HELL she can be fierce as FUCK when someone dares to mess with you

she loves dresses. but feels self conscious in them. you tell her every time that she looks absolutely stunning in them. and every time she believes you a little more. she wears dresses more often now and at some point actually feels confident in them. and when she walks down the aisle she's blushing at all the attention, but she walks: With confidence and a smile on her face. and when she says "yes" you are convinced you married god herself.

she's also probably into BDSM so that would be fun

so yeah. anygays. kinda want her to be my girlfriend now :P

[aslightlydifferentchristmascarol]

Adele's AU Character Info Post 1: Ebenezer Scrooge

GENERAL

NAME: Ebenezer Archibald Scrooge ALIAS(ES): Eben (by his close friends only) GENDER: Male AGE: 47 DATE OF BIRTH: June 25 (Halfway in the year from Christmas) PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England HOMETOWN: London, England SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English ROMANTIC PREFERENCE: Panromantic SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual (doesn't know it yet) OCCUPATION: Moneylender

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: Green HAIR COLOR: Blond HEIGHT: About 5 feet SCARS: None BURNS: None OVERWEIGHT: No UNDERWEIGHT: Used to be during his miserly life, but no longer

FAVOURITE

COLOR: Red and green (wink wink) HAIR COLOR: Thinks they're all fine EYE COLOR: See above SONG: Any classic Christmas carol MOVIE: Doesn't really have one T.V. SHOW: Any sitcom FOOD: Gruel (formerly), roasted turkey (current) DRINK: Cold water (formerly), Smoking Bishop (current) BOOK: Grimm's Fairy Tales (as a child) anything by Shakespeare (in his adult years)

HAVE YOU

PASSED A LEVELS: No. PASSED UNIVERSITY: He went straight into his business when he inherited it from Fezziwig. HAD SEX: Yes... don't tell anyone. HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: NO! GOTTEN PREGNANT: He can't? KISSED A BOY: As part of a dare. KISSED A GIRL: Quite a bit! GOTTEN TATTOOS: No. GOTTEN PIERCINGS: Also no. HAD A BROKEN HEART: Yes, quite often. BEEN IN LOVE: Yep! STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Of course- when the ghosts came along!

ARE YOU

A VIRGIN: No. A CUDDLER: Since being redeemed, yes. A KISSER: Only to a select few. SCARED EASILY: Certainly! JEALOUS EASILY: He used to be a lot. Now he rarely is. TRUSTWORTHY: Ever since his redemption. DOMINANT: Not sure. SUBMISSIVE: Also not sure. IN LOVE: Yep- with Belle. SINGLE: He's getting back together with Belle, bit by bit, so no.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE YOU HARMED YOURSELF: Does eating a poor diet and keeping your house and office super cold count? WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: I'm sure he has, but I don't know who. DROVE A CAR: Not yet, but he'll learn how! HAVE/HAD A JOB: Of course! HAVE ANY FEARS: Heights, falling, and death.

FAMILY

SIBLING(S): Fan. RIP her. PARENTS: Franklin and Oretta Scrooge. RIP them as well. CHILDREN: None of his own, but he treats the Cratchit kids like they were his own. PETS: None, but someday he might get a turtle.

[thetriumphantpanda]

Top 5 music albums.

All time or currently listening to, your choice.

First of all, how dare you. This was so hard. THIS WAS SO HARD.

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge - My Chemical Romance

So Wrong, It's Right - All Time Low

Riot - Paramore

25 - Adele

Direct Hits - The Killers (Idk if this counts but in my rules it does because it's got all the good songs on it)

Put 'Top 5' anything in my ask box and I'll answer!

[eggcatsreads]

February Wrap-Up

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Favorite Read of the Month:

Solita by Vivien Rainn (GR review)

It’s only through facing the past and her buried fears can Sadie find salvation as she upturns the Hacienda’s twisted roots, roots born from the faith and fire of the conquistas, the Spaniards who came from distant shores, bringing with them not only their God, but also their demons.

THE gothic romance. This book changed my perspective on romance books. I've thought about this book regularly since I read it.

"In my time," he continues, voice low, "sanctity was measured by suffering. Those saints that abstained from the pleasures of life, fasted to starvation, mortified their flesh, drank the blood of the wounded - it was only they who saw the eyes of God, it was only through their agony that they were touched by true divinity, enraptured by their own faith."

"I...I'm not a saint, Silas." Her eyes meet his in a gaze that's wrapped up in the promise for everything she's always denied herself. The promise of temptation for the taste of that forbidden fruit, a single bite all it takes for irreversible expulsion, for an eternal fall from grace.

"I never said you were."

The warmth of his breath is so close to her own, heat mingling, pulses flush close. "Then what are you saying?"

"That I am," he answers. "I found God. And I'm looking into her eyes."

HELLO???? THIS QUOTE HAS IRREVOCABLY CHANGED HOW I READ ROMANCE BOOKS. THIS IS THE STANDARD.

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Rest of Books Read Under the Cut:

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Undertakers by Nicole Glover (sequel)

The second book in the Murder & Magic series of historical fantasy novels featuring Hetty Rhodes and her husband, Benjy, magic practitioners and detectives living in post–Civil War Philadelphia.

Godkiller by Hannah Kaner

Kissen’s family were killed by zealots of a fire god - now, she makes a living killing gods. That is until she finds a god she cannot kill: Skedi, a god of white lies, who bound himself to a young noble, and are on the run from assassins.

The Book of Living Secrets by Madeline Roux (GR review)

Best friends Adelle and Connie love of a little-known gothic romance novel called Moira. When they find a way to enter the book, suddenly everything isn't how they remember.

The Devil and the Dark Water by Stuart Turton (GR review)

It's 1634 and Samuel Pipps, the world's greatest detective, is being transported to be executed for a crime he may, or may not, have committed. Out at sea things begin happening. A twice-dead leper stalks the decks. Strange symbols appear on the sails. Livestock is slaughtered. And then three passengers are marked for death, including Samuel.

The Song of the Sandman by J.F. Dubeau (GR review) (sequel)

After a terrible mass shooting at Cicero’s Circus, the evil presence responsible for the carnage is taken in by a doomsday cult lying in wait for such an opportunity.

The Cadaver King and the Country Dentist by Radley Balko

For nearly two decades, medical examiner Dr. Steven Hayne performed the vast majority of Mississippi's autopsies, while his friend Dr. Michael West, a local dentist, pitched himself as a forensic jack-of-all-trades. Together they became the go-to experts for prosecutors and helped put countless Mississippians in prison. But then some of those convictions began to fall apart.

Hell's Half-Acre by Susan Jonusas

In 1873 the people of Labette County, Kansas discovered the remains of countless bodies, and below the cabin was a cellar stained with blood. The cabin's family, the Benders, were nowhere to be found, sparking a frenzy that continued for decades.

Seductive Poison by Deborah Layton

In this haunting and riveting firsthand account, a survivor of Jim Jones's Peoples Temple opens up the shadowy world of cults and shows how anyone can fall under their spell.

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Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

Born to be Hanged by Keith Thomson

The year is 1680, in the heart of the Golden Age of Piracy, and more than three hundred daring, hardened pirates gather on a remote Caribbean island. The plan: to wreak havoc on the Pacific coastline, raiding cities, mines, and merchant ships.

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Books read so far this year: 21

How I rate books.

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars: “special editions” songs V.

• When We Were Young.

Imagine you are friends with Anakin Skywalker since childhood. However, once you two are now grown ups following different paths, a new sentiment arises. Part I

Warnings 1: *long post*; drama; angst.

Warnings 2: alternative universe; no younglings are killed here.

Warnings 3: There’s gonna be a part 2 haha

Warnings 4: based on Adele’s two albums “21” & “25”

No minors.

***

Preface.

It is dark. Only stars and the bright two moons guide you in this deadly silence as you walk in a fast pace. Your cape hides your features, part of you accuses you of madness for letting your heart burst like this.

This is the end.

You hear steps. Quickly, you try to run. But you are stolen away and what happens next is a struggle to survival.

Funny, you’ve never thought a group of rebels would do this to you. But here you are. Do they know you at all?

“You can take my name, but you shall never have my heart”, you cry out.

You are under torture. For him, whoever he is now, you’d gladly embrace death. But this is too dramatic. Suddenly it gets cold. One metallic breathing gives away his presence.

There is someone over you, trying to steal away your breath, clearly ignoring what’s to come. You smirk.

“Where I go, he goes”, you gasp. “What I see, he sees. I know I’ll never be me without his security of his loving arms keeping me from harm.”

“…And we’ll stand. As I vowed you that day, Y/Nickname”, his voice comes softly in the back of your mind, but only you can hear.

That is how he saves you. That is how the distressed damsel is back to where she belongs: to the arms of the Black Jedi, now known as Lord Vader.

So the sky falls.

***

How it starts… (I)

You are a child, daughter of a powerful nobleman of Tatooine. But because you are a girl, you are despised by the family. Despite the rejection that would grow into you as a fear of abandonment, you take the opportunity to live life as you wish.

Hence why you come to the part of Tatooine where it’s a complete mess, where the elite rarely—if never—dares to go. This is the context that draws you to Anakin.

A poor boy who is the same age as you and, like you, are enslaved to other people’s way of living—despite the evident differences in your status. Regardless, you bump into him.

“I’m sorry!”, you say louder than you wish. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

The boy of sandy hair and tempest blue eyes stares at you with tilted head wondering why a girl in fanciful robes would be so easily startled and not acting in a self entitlement manner.

Clearly you think you are disguising, Anakin thinks to himself, rather amused.

“No need to apologize, it’s all good”, he smirks at you. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, by the way. Who are you again?”

You are presenting yourself when an older male dressed in grey robes comes at you, eyebrows lightly furrowed.

“Anakin”, he says to the boy you’ve just met. “Who is this young woman you’ve been talking to?”

You can tell he’s been disturbed by this so you are about to excuse yourself—you know when you are being a burden and, frankly, you barely wish to be somebody else’s.

As if capturing your thoughts, the older male softens to you. But before he speaks, Anakin, impulsive as he naturally inclines himself to, promptly holds your hand and says:

“You are not going anywhere, Y/N. You are my friend.”

You giggle softly, albeit embarrassed.

“Why, thank you, Mr Anakin. You are most kind.”

The other one is disconcerted about perceiving young Anakin’s inclination to possessiveness.

“I am rarely kind”, Anakin keeps the conversation, taking the opportunity to show himself. “Which means how I like you.”

You blush lightly. It’s when the older male chuckles and says:

“Well, Anakin. Arrogance is not the best way to welcome new friends”, towards you he speaks now. “Young lady, may I know by what name do you attend to and where are your parents?”

“The name is Y/N Y/LN”, you tell them nonchalantly. “My parents are too occupied to be reminded of my existence. Please sire, I ask you not to report me to them.”

“Master Qui Gon Jinn”, Anakin suddenly comes up with this new idea. “Why don’t you bring her with us? We could train together. I’m going to be a Jedi, you know.”

Delicately, the said Jedi Master explains to Anakin you have no Force: therefore you cannot join them. You don’t understand very well what’s been said, but you appreciate nonetheless the warm attitude Anakin’s been having towards you.

If, however, Master Qui-Gon Jinn attempts to prevent a deeper bond to form, his efforts have no avail. Soon, you have a better reason to make longer the escapes from that prison of yours.

Until the day Anakin is ready to leave, you two architect a plan for you to secretly join him. It’s when Obi-Wan discovers and tells Qui-Gon about it.

But the end is far from catastrophic, as you and him fear. You are now brought under the cares of Padmé Amidala, future queen of Naboo.

***

Late teenager days.

Next time you see him, you are both leaving adolescence. It’s been five years since he last saw you in Naboo, serving as the Queen’s lady-in-waiting.

Now you and Anakin are eighteen years old: a handsome man he’d turn out to be as you became a full developed beautiful woman. He is now a Knight Jedi, ready to prepare his path to become the next Master of the Jedi Order and you, the confident friend to the Queen.

For a long while you’ve been committed writing to each other, very rarely coming to see one another. But now Anakin is about to see you again for he’s been assigned to guard Queen Padmé.

And when you two finally meet…in a rainy day, to be precise, you are dressed in silvery robes, a heavy make up hiding the delicacy of your features, praying to be as discreet as possible. But you are not counting with the handsome man Anakin is now.

Your best friend, responsible for your liberty, smiles widely when acknowledging you. Indeed, how could Anakin forget you? He’s been dreaming of your sweet words, remembering when you two bonded as children…

No, Anakin kept the memories of you very alive. And now he takes delight in seeing you, although he is taken aback by your handsomeness. Noticing his admiration, though, Obi-Wan clears his throat.

“Now, now, Anakin. We are discussing here the protocols the Senate delegated us to the said mission concerning Naboo…”

Anakin has the decency to blush. But whilst his attention has diverted to the seriousness of the subject, you, however, seem to get lost at the man your childhood friend has grown into.

You cannot look away from his sandy hair, the tempest that forms in his blue eyes matching the bluntness in his speech, which makes your lips twitch in a light smirk…

Here he is, the Anakin I’ve always known…

You lower your gaze for just as this thought runs to your mind he seems to have captured it, so you spot some amusement behind his eyes that earns you some light blush.

“Very well”, you hear the Queen’s voice, thus breaking the spell his presence had put in you. “We welcome you in our retinue young Skywalker. We are very pleased to see you amongst us once again.”

“It is a pleasure as always, Your Grace”, says Anakin, gallantly—or arrogantly, judging by how some other ladies are rolling their eyes. “Duty always calls and I shall not disappoint my queen.”

“Anakin is too good with words, if you ask me”, so snorts Obi-Wan lightly. “Be careful, will you? By that I mean to say you should be mindful of your duties…”

You try to hold back your giggle. Anakin sees you and, already seeing what’s the reason for it, he cannot help another smirk. However, no one seems to notice this subtle admiration between one another—except perhaps Obi-Wan, who seems to choose to ignore what’s happening right under his nose.

This is how it begins. This is how the spark is ignited.

**

A few days later, he is right behind you—not only following like a puppet dog, but if he can be excused, protecting the Queen like he vowed to. Except his eyes are never far from yours.

“Tell me, Anakin. Do you dance?”, Queen Amidala asks in a tone that makes no effort in hiding her amusement.

“Uh?”, he is distracted by your beauty. Anakin soon clears his throat. “I am a warrior, a peacekeeper. Not the best dancer, my lady.”

But the queen sees what you and Anakin might not promptly see it. She side smirks, pretending to occupy herself with sewing when she says:

“Why, if I were you, I would dance to keep peace. Do you know Lady Y/N is my best lady where dance is concerned?”

Anakin’s mind is finally captured by her web. As your eyes go wide and a blush colors your cheeks, his eyes glint with amusement.

“I do not. In this case…”

“I give you my permission, yes. Don’t be shy, Lady Y/N. Go on.”

You blush violently, much to Anakin’s delight. As he takes hold of your hand, he is surprised to find you cold.

“Are you well, Y/Nickname? What’s the need of being shy to me?”

As you two begin to dance, it feels as if there’s only you in the room.

“It’s not about that, Ani. I don’t like enjoying everyone’s attention…” as you raise your eyes, you are surprised to find those blue irises staring at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was merely noticing… You are a woman, Y/N.”

You chuckle lightly.

“Haven’t you noticed that before?”

Anakin smiles and you feel like the sun is shining over you. He can hear you thought, so as much as this pleases him, it makes him blush. He diverts the gaze away, only for one moment.

“Let me protest that. This isn’t what I’ve meant to say.”

“Then what is?”, you giggle lightly as you look at his eyes, your bodies seemingly following the rhythm of the music without your knowledge.

“That you’ve grown fine as wine”, says he smugly, very satisfied for seeing you blush.

*

Today you both are in the gardens. He’s taken you to stroll all the whilst Senator Clovis is openly courting the Queen. As her favoured lady, you stand safely behind her, although she is far ahead than you and Anakin.

His arm is now tangled against yours, enjoying close proximity. You’ve been spending these joyful days speaking nonsenses, sharing jokes and perhaps something else.

Anakin can read your thoughts: he knows the depth of your feelings for him; the desires that rise without your acknowledgment, the struggle with reason that uprises your heart.

He feels the same. But somehow… He has no idea how to profess it.

Yet.

“What’s like to be a Jedi?”, you ask him, unaware of how he’s been quietly studying you. “Must be busy for I haven’t received a letter of yours for a good while.”

Smiling at your tone of accusation, Anakin says:

“Well, it does keep me occupied. I’ve been under heavy training and, if you ask my opinion,been looking forward to get a proper mission.”

You sigh, indicating your concern.

“Ani…”

“What? I was born for this and you know it”, he gently grips your arm. “There is no need to worry over me, angel. I know what I am capable of.”

You smile, sensing he might be looking for some praise. As your eyes meet again, you say:

“I know that. I’ve never had any question of your abilities, Anakin. But excuse me for worrying about my best friend”, and it’s when you whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You are not going to lose me, Y/Nickname”, he whispers softly, taking your hand to his lips as he stops you so you can see he means it. In truth Anakin knows you mirror each other’s feeling. But speaking those words to you only make it better. “This I promise.”

The moment you smile, Anakin knows. And maybe the time to admit the obviousness has finally come, but not yet. The Queen summons you and Anakin. A grave look is set on her face so this means you two must set apart.

For now…

***

• “Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized”•

It’s been two years before you see him again. It drives you mad: to realize you are getting older and with such little time to see him.

You attempt to escape the questions posed by the Queen, now Senator; but there is an inevitable sadness as everytime you see husband and wife together.

You start to wonder whether wouldn’t be better to tell Anakin how you felt, for now time seems to steal him away from you.

However… Time is not that cruel to you. So before you notice, he comes to find you. Like he usually does.

“I knew I would find you here at the gardens”, his voice comes like a whisper to you, husky yes, but softly too.

When you turn abruptly, you find a matured man right before your eyes. Anakin Skywalker stands dressed in black robes, posing that same old smug pose but with a sweet smile and caring blue eyes that make you melt.

“Ani…” Your lips spread and before you know, you are running to his arms.

This time he is not letting go of you. To your surprise, as his arms involve you in a hug, his lips welcome you and…you don’t hesitate in kissing him in return.

It’s sloppy at first, marked by surprised. But as one adjusts to the other, it’s perfectly synced. Your tongue is subdued by his and you take delight at the moment.

The moment where you and Anakin are no more friends, but something far better than this. It continues so as his kiss is so alluring, as if he’s seeking the intensity there is in you. And you correspond gladly, giving him the intensity there has always been caged.

Your hands hesitantly move to his curls—they are now dropping over his shoulder, wrapping them around your finger as you share a passionate kiss. And this kiss awakes something in you, but there’s no time to discover it for he parts it from you—much to your dismay.

Seeing your emotions so clearly stamped in your face, Anakin smiles—specially aware of your sentiments.

“I had to take a breath, I had to contemplate you for a moment”, he explains to you, hands cupping your cheeks. “I missed you, Y/N.”

You lean against him, so pleased for that moment finally have happened.

“And I, you”, you rest your forehead against his, your body nearly locked to his. “What took you so long?”

It’s when you sense his heavy sigh, the subtle change in his demeanor: Anakin tries to keep it away from you, he has no wishes in updating you about politics.

The reason why both of you avoid such topic is mostly because that’s what you live everyday, so you need a break. Today is not different. But how can he avoid it?

As you hesitantly step back due to his silence, you suddenly become aware of the shadow that’s been cast at him. Very gently you place your hands to cup his face, stroking his scar as he leans against you, eyes closed.

“You know you can trust in me, Ani”, you encourage him softly. “There’s no need to keep it away from me.”

“I do not wish to have you involved in this”, says he, conflicted.

It heavies your heart to see the eclipse occurring right under your eyes. You do your best to deal with it, though. Lifting his chin, you run a hand over his hair all the whilst leaning the other over his chest. You wait until his blue eyes find your y/c ones.

“I want to be involved in this. This is not a burden for you to carry yourself, my darling.”

“I don’t know what to do.” He mumbles, still hesitant about sharing whatever troubles him with you.

“Follow your heart”, you tell him. “I’ll be here.”

As if to reassure him, you smile, aware of the sudden meaning your next words might carry:

“I’ll be here for you. No matter what.”

And that is how you seal your fate…

[shininglamp]

Sam’s Prank on Dean

Sam comes walking into the bunker, he’s carrying groceries and a shoe box under his arm, balancing his heavy jacket. Dean is sitting at the library actually looking up lore.

Sam: “Actually learning for a change?”

Dean: “And you? Properly slacking off for once?”

Sam: “So serious!” He laughs.

Dean: “what’s in the box?”

Sam: “hmm? Nothing really… salad or burgers for lunch?

Dean: “Don’t insult me.”

Sam, still all smiles, goes to make lunch. Dean is pleased with his burger and all is well… until he decides to go for a drive to clear his head.

The music is just a little different. At first, not realizing the change, Dean is ready to rock out to his tunes. Then… “Huh?” The gruff voiced singer is singing Madonna? What!? Quickly grabbing another cassette Dean is now faced with a rocking fusion of Sandman and Don’t Stop Believing. “SAM!!” Dean hangs a u turn on the empty road.

“ Bitch! Sacrilege!! HOW DARE YOU!” He’s using his big voice and extra angry face. “Where are they!!! Give them back!”

“Give what back?” Sam grins.

“My music!!!!”

“You didn’t like ‘Rock Sugar?’”

Dean pulls out his gun.

“All right, all right!” Sam laughs and tosses Dean the shoe box filled with Dean’s cassettes.

“My babies!” Dean almost fumbles the catch then cradles the box with exaggerated concern. He gives his little brother a dirty look and leaves for his drive again. Sam giggles, loving that his prank elicited the response he hoped for.

On a long drive back from a hunt a week later.

Dean is singing along to his music as usual. Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions. Then, suddenly he riffs into Adele. “We coulda had it allllll!”

Sam: “Aha!!!”

Dean shuts his mouth, wide-eyed and mortified.

Sam: “So you DO like Rock Sugar!”

Dean: “what? No…” he tries to act casual. “ it just got stuck in my head..”

Sam: “From the one time you heard it?”

A few nights later.

Dean: “Cas!” Dean pokes his head out of his room.

The Angel looks tired but is intrigued at the boyish enthusiasm Dean is displaying.

Dean: “Where’s Sam?”

Cas: “Not here.”

Dean: “Perfect!” Pulls the Angel into his room and shuts the door. He starts to blast Rock Sugar’s “shook me like a prayer.”

Cas blinks in his pensive expression. Dean is belting out the words. “You call my name, it’s like an angel sighing!”

Sam comes home to hear the music through the halls. He opens Dean’s door. Seeing Dean and Cas do the song as a duet, both smiling ear to ear. Dean jumps off his bed and sees his little brother staring. He stops the music, and Cas turns around and sees why.

Sam: “So, fusion rock is sacrilege is it?”

Dean: lifting chin calmly. “Why yes, Sam. It is. I’m teaching Cas about what real music is.”

Cas: “I like this one…”

Dean: “Shh!” Turns to Sam. “See what I have to work with?” Cas frowns. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like a private moment with my favorite angel.” Sam stutters. Dean wraps his arms around Cas. Cas is confused. Dean tries to sell it and even glides his hands through Cas’ hair and smiles at Sam. Batts his eyes a few times. Then seeing Sam has become petrified in confusion, politely closes the door on his little brother’s face.

Dean: “Do you think he bought it?”

Cas: “I don’t think anyone would believe us as a couple.” The brows furrow.

Dean: “why not? Aren’t I pretty?”

Cas: Almost gets lost in Dean’s princess eyes. “That’s beside the point.” He clears his throat. “I liked the song.”

Dean: “Absolutely! But I will never give Sam the satisfaction of knowing that.”

Cas: “Okay. But can this be our song?”

Dean smiles. “I’ll make sure you have a copy.”

[greg-montgomery]

hi i have a few songs i love with aaron that i would like to share and i’m not very good with words but i’ll let the songs speak for me

also a few most of them are about haley but i appreciated their relationship and they knew each other for so long before everything went to shit lmao

okay so first is hello my old heart and every time i hear it my eyes water just thinking about aaron after haley

when we were young with aaron reminiscing about his life and love with haley

oml it will rain and young aaron has my heart just the beginning of their friendship/relationship and haley’s dad just not wanting to see aaron around her

i see fire i relate it to the relationship aaron had with his father. perhaps not the lyrics but overall the sound and vibe of the song yk?

fourth of july the day he lost haley

blackbird i imagine him strumming his guitar singing softly to haley on days when she can’t sleep or had a nightmare or something. just his voice and the vibration of his chest lulling her back to sleep

ofc honourable mention daddy issues lmao can’t talk about aaron without it

obv feel free to respond or not respond to anything you want and add on other stuff. i daydream about this man a lot it’s quite unhealthy but i love it and i’m happy to share

okay first of all thank you for taking the time to share all those songs with me 🥹🥹 i make every song i hear about aaron so i’m always happy to see what other songs people associate with him!!

i wanna say first that i’m not a haley x hotch fan? like i think they had beautiful moments together, and their story is heartbreaking, and they truly loved each other but i don’t like…think about them a lot (bc i get jealous 💀). but you somehow managed to make me CRY thinking about them :(

hello my old heart

i’m screaming at these lyrics???? i didn’t know this song and i’m so glad i found it now. this makes me wanna sob. this makes me wanna run into his arms and stay there forever. i just want him to be happy 🥺

when we were young

no cause how dare you? that’s all i have to say.

it will rain

young!aaron?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 my ANGEL he deserves the world omg and this song definitely has young aaron and haley vibes 🥺

i see fire

i wish we had gotten backstory about his relationship with his dad. they could do SO MUCH MORE with that :/

fourth of july

again. how dare you.

blackbird

what you described is making me so insane 😭 pls make it me omg 😭😭😭

daddy issues

it simply belongs in every aaron hotchner playlist and that’s just how things are 🤭🤭🤭🤭

thank you for sharing those songs with me 🥺🥺💞💞